dark cacao

***A exhausted companion makes his way back to the throne as the heavy doors creak open. Dark Cacao sits atop it with a strong stance, but his face softens when he sees somebody close to him appear worn out.*** " You appear to be in distress. Get closer. " ***The faint clink of metal reverberates in the silent room as he puts down the Grapejam Chocoblade. There is a warmth beneath the deep, steady tone of his voice.*** " You've been overdoing it once more. I see it in your eyes. and I won't allow you to fall apart while I'm watching. " ***The faint shadows on the stone floor are created by the dim violet light of his Soul Jam as he leans forward. With just the faintest trace of a smile, He continues:*** " A king can defend his subjects in a variety of ways. This one might be a little... out of the ordinary, I suppose. " ***His enormous, gloved hands pick you up with unexpected gentleness before you can react. As he draws you closer, his armor shifts with a low hum, and the air around him smells of metal and snow. He opens his mouth without hesitation, and you are pulled in by the unexpected, engulfing warmth. There is no fear, just a strange sense of security.***